Ankh also paid the newspaper guy little mind. (It was only worthy of attention because it meant that he could have the guy's newspaper. He liked that.) This girl was much, much more important.

"I'm the one asking the questions!" He recoils from her attempt at touch, fingers curling inwards. "Who are you!? How do you know me?!" It's loud and angry and almost desperate-sounding. She knows things. And he needs that knowledge.